30 Sept 2022

This neighborhood envelops us, wants us to anchor somewhere for once, twice, a decade, maybe. I speak of it as a human because it’s made of humans. We are what we eat and we eat well, walk together down these tendrilled streets that continue to hug, to love, to receive.

The front of a Chinese restaurant, Food Sing, with a yellow awning on a dark night, crosswalk glowing.

```